#getoffmysketchpad

[ofcateyes-a-blog]

"I keep losing bits of jewellery, you haven't seen my ear cuff have you?"

@getoffmy-sketchpad

[whatsthepoop]

"Where the hell have you been!?"

“What do you mean, where the hell have I been?!”

[pcseiidcn]

❤

@getoffmysketchpad  ||

You my darling have been here with me from the very beginning back when my URL was still that mouthful and I was new at playing Finnick and sucked balls at playing him haha. You are the kindest mun seriously, you don’t hardly get enough love! And you play Portia beautifully, the way you describe her emotions and feelings to how you color her in your posts don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re not good enough because you surely are, are times the fandom can be a bit intense and its easy to loose the minor characters in the series but we NEED those minor characters, they make the major characters, they help them on their journey and continue to help develop the story in its entirety.

Don’t give up hope because I have faith and believe in you! Lots of love and a happy new year dear friend!

Love,

Tali. xoxo

[double-knotted-shoelace-blog]

Paid in Full [ RP w/ getoffmysketchpad & double-knotted-shoelace ]

“Now, listen up you three,” the Capitol man said, marching over towards them. Peeta instinctively gripped the girl’s hand beside him and drew the six year old boy closer to him. He was the oldest after all and whatever this man had to say, Peeta would have to protect these two. “What we’re going to do is play a little game. You are all going to act cute and smile really big for the people out there. The friendlier you are, the nicer these people will be to you. But if you can’t be friendly...” the said, trailing his voice off. As he did, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle, filled to the top with bright red dangerous looking pills. “I’ll have to make you friendly. Do you understand.”

Swallowing own the knot in his throat, Peeta nodded for them all. The red-headed, eight-year-old girl at his side stepped a little closer, trying to hide behind his shoulder, while the little boy just shook like a leaf. “Good. Now, you, little missy, are going first,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder and pulling her away from Peeta. She groaned, looking back at him with fear, but was still slowly marched out of the room. 

Twenty minutes later, the door opened again and the man stepped in. “All right, Small Fry. You’re up,” he said to the smaller boy. 

Immediately, the little boy reacted, recoiling in fear and gripping Peeta even tighter. “No, no, no. No, I don’t want to go. Please. Please! I just want to go home,” he whined desperately looking between Peeta and the man.

“It’ll be okay. You’re going to a new home,” Peeta tried to say, but the man quickly cut him off.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this! That little bitch already got me less than half of what I was expecting for her. So, let’s just hurry this up, okay?” He stomped over and grabbed the little boy by the arm and tried to tug him away. However, the boy had a grip on Peeta that wasn’t going to break for just anything. The fear in his eyes were overflowing. Something had to be done. For the little boy’s sake. Even if it wasn’t smart.

“I’ll go!” Peeta called out, throwing himself before the little boy. Groaning, the man let the little boy go. 

“Whatever. I don’t care who goes next, just as long as you two get me something!” he said. 

Quickly, Peeta looked back at the little boy. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Just be strong, all right? You’ll go somewhere nice and everything will be all-”

“Enough! Just get out there!” the man yelled, grabbing the collar of the fancy, stuffy jacket they had dressed Peeta up in. He yanked him away and pushed him towards the door, and before Peeta knew it, he was pushed onto a platform. The an yanked Peeta around and glared him right in the eye. “Now, you listen to me. You’ve been a pain in my ass since you got here. You act good out there, then you and I will have no problems. But I swear, if you just stand there like a dead fish or cause any scene, I will hunt you down and make your life miserable. You understand? Now smile and earn your worth.”

The man finally let go of Peeta’s collar, and a moment later, the platform lifted up. Light flooded his eyes and he had to squint for a second, but eventually, Peeta’s eyes adjusted to the crowd of at least a few dozen people. All eyes on him, all of them oohing and awing at him, and all Capitol. One of these people would be buying him. Still, as the barker beckoned Peeta over, he was left with no choice. 

A small nervous smile crossed his face, most of it forced. However, it was there and that was what mattered. He walked over to the barker, a pink-haired, neon green woman who looked like a watermelon. Her smile was wider than any he had ever seen and the smell of her perfume made his nose tickle and twinge in and unpleasant way. But Peeta kept on smiling, just a little one. “Well, well, aren’t you a cutie! What’s your name, handsome, and how old are you?” she asked.

He hesitated for a moment, as a large microphone was moved in front of his face, but somehow, he found his voice. “Peeta? My name is Peeta. I’m ten.”

“Ten?! Well!” she exlaimed, turning back to the people. “This one is going to be a heart breaker, ladies and gentlemen!” The woman quickly began rattling off facts about him off a card. His height, his weight, his hobbies and skills, all things that the woman back at the District Twelve poor house had told the man when Peeta was bought. Now, he was being sold again. “How about we open the bidding at ten thousand?”

[double-knotted-shoelace-blog]

Long Road [RP w/ getoffmysketchpad & double-knotted-shoelace]

It was odd. As much as he had looked forward to this day, now he felt nothing, but the opposite. His heart pounded in his chest and he had half a mind to turn around and beg Doctor Aurelius to let him stay there. But there was no other choice. He was recovered, or at least by their definition, he was. He was physically fine, his burns had healed even though they had left some pretty bad scars, and according to the tests, Peeta was sane. He didn’t feel that way, but there was no fighting the results, especially after he took the test a second time. 

He was shown out of the Capitol hospital, allowed to walk free. He wore the last good set of clothes he had worn, the suit for Snow’s almost execution. Uncomfortably, he shifted in the sleeves and jacket, standing out on the half rebuilt street. No one was there to greet him, no one stopped to even look at him. He was alone. 

Carefully, he wandered the streets of the Capitol. So much had been destroyed and was just now getting cleaned up. So much was left over from the war. The only real thing that had been cleaned up thoroughly was the bodies. They had been buried weeks ago, but somehow, in the back of Peeta’s mind, he still saw them. Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, Peeta pressed on, letting his memories lead the way. The crowded streets they had ran through, the terrified Capitolites with nowhere to go, and eventually, when Peeta looked up, he stood now in front of Tigris’ boarded up shop. 

His mind lingered on everything that had hapenedinside, before a sign not far from her store front caught his attention. Designers’ Drive. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? A whole street for the designers from the games. It figured. However, an idea quickly crossed his mind. If that was where the designers lived, then...

Quickly, Peeta hurried down the street, avoiding the triggered traps and the other, few stray people. Each door had the names of their occupants printed on it. Some were empty and some would stay empty. But there was one in particular he was looking for. Eventually, towards the end of the road, he found it. Her name was printed on the door in clean type. She was his only hope raly, and quickly, Peeta climbed the steps up to her door, knocking on it in hopes of catching her. Admittedly, it was late at night at this point, the lights turning on over the streets, but he could only hope that perhaps Portia would not be too terrified or put off by the time to open the door. Just one night. It was all he needed.

[outsmarting-others]

getoffmysketchpad​ gets a thing

                           ❛------ told you so.❜

[burntbreadpeeta]

Portia ;)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[etxquette]

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getoffmysketchpad

Effie adjusted her wig ever so slightly, perfecting a stray curl by twirling it around her finger and smoothing it out. Teetering in on sky-high heels, her main motive was to gauge how long it would take for the two District 12 victors to be ready for presenting.

“Ah!” She chirped, a quick smile gracing the face of the Capitol escort as she spotted the turned back of the stylist. With a quick, gentle tap on the shoulder, Effie cleared her throat, preparing a polite smile in advance.

“Portia, darling, any word on when they’ll be ready?”